I'm sitting by the stile Mary where we sat side by side,
On a bright May morning long ago when first you were my bride;
The corn was springing fresh and green and the lark sang loud and high,
And the red was on your lip Mary and the love light in your eye.
The place is little chang'd Mary the day is bright as then,
The lark's loud song is in my ear and the corn is green again;
But I miss the soft clasp of your hand and the breath warm on your cheek,
And I still keep list'ning to the words you never more may speak, you never more may speak.
I'm very lonely now Mary for the poor make no new friends
But oh they love the better still the few our father sends;
And you were all I had Mary my blessing and my pride
There's nothing left to care for now since my poor Mary died.
Bidding you along farewell my Mary kind and true,
But I'll not forget you darling in the land I'm going to;
They say there's bread and work for all and the sun shines always there,
But I'll ne'er forget old Ireland were it fifty times as fair, were it fifty times as fair.
Barker, George and Lady Dufferin, "I'm Sitting by the Stile Mary" (1850). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 827.
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